Crossdressing new girls fiction

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THE LIGHTS WERE AT A LOW DIM TO PREVENT ACCURATE PHOTOGRAPHY, AND
THE ROOM SHOOK SLIGHTLY AT THE CONSTANT VIBRATION OF A FILTHY CEILING
FAN. THE MEN LINES THE AISLES OF CHAIRS, SOME SWEATING IN THEIR FADED
BUSINESS SUITS, OTHERS INSPECTING THE SPORTS PAGES, AND OTHER STILL
CHECKING THEIR WALLETS TO ENSURE THEIR RESOURCES WERE AS DE’
SCRIBED. THEY WERE SILENT, SMOKING, AND WAITING. THE SHOW WAS YET TO
BEGIN. THIS WAS NOT THE KIND OF SHOW MOST OF US WOULD DESIRE TO
ATTEND.

HUMAN TRAFFICKING IS ONE OF THE DIREST AND MOST INHUMANE PRACTICES
IN THE WHOLE WORLD, AND YET IN THIS TINY SPECK OF HONG KONG, THERE
HAD BEEN A MARKET FOR THE SALE OF WOMEN FOR CENTURIES. THE GIRLS
WERE BACKSTAGE, BEING PREPARED AT THE THREAT OF VIOLENCE, AND MADE
SURE TO LOOK AS PRETTY AS POSSIBLE. SOME WOULD LEAVE THIS PLACE
AND TRAVEL FOR THOUSANDS OF MILES, THEIR HOMES WOULD LONG BE
BEHIND THEM. A WARM BED AND A SMILE A WORLD AWAY. THEY HAD COME
FROM ALL OVER, WHITE, BLACK, CHINESE AND A HUNDRED DIFFERENT BACK-
GROUNDS AND SKIN TONES.

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ALL WAS MANAGED BY LIN FOU, THE ENFORCER. HE MIGHT NOT HAVE BEEN A
TRUE POWER PLAYER IN THE WORLD OF HONG KONG CRIMINAL POLITICS, BUT
HE STILL RULED HIS SMALL SECTION WITH AN IRON FIST. THERE HADN’T BEEN
QUITE SO MANY OF THE GIRLS FOR SALE IN ONE PLACE, AND HE WAS EXPECT
ING TO MAKE A LOT OF MONEY. HE’D BEEN DRINKING FOR MOST OF THE AF’
TERNOON, AND LONG INTO THE EVENING, SO BY THE TIME THE AUCTION WAS
DUE TO START, HIS PARAMOUR HAD GIVEN HIM MORE THAN HIS FILL. THE
BOTTLE SLIPPED FROM HIS FINGERS AND FELL DOWN ONTO THE CARPET,
STAINING THE FINE THREAD WORK. IT WAS TIME.

JENNIFER DIDN’T KNOW HER TRUE NAME, THE ONE HER PARENTS HAD GIVEN
HER. SHE ONLY KNEW THE NAME THAT FOU HAD DECIDED SHOULD BE HERS.
THIRTEEN YEARS SHE’D SPENT IN HIS SERVICE, UNTIL SHE’D DISCOVERED THE
WAY OUT. A REBEL OUTFIT HAD PREPARED A DRAUGHT FOR HER THAT WOULD
BOTH PARALYSE AND DETAIN FOU FOR LONG ENOUGH FOR THE SECOND ‘0 0
TO DO ITS WORK. SHE COULD HAVE LEFT A FEW WEEKS BEFORE, BUT THERE
WAS STILL MORE WORK TO DO.

DRAINING THE FLASK DOWN HIS FAT THROAT, HE GAGGED ON THE LIQUID, BUT
SOON CALMED. THEN THE TRANSFORMATION BEGAN. FULL, HEAVY BREASTS
GREW FROM HIS CHEST, AND HIS STOUT LEGS LENGTHENED NOTICEABLY. HIS
HIPS HEAVED THEMSELVES APART, GROWING WIDER AND MORE FEMININE, AND
HE FELT THE STRANGE CRACKLE OF BONE AND MUSCLE CHANGING AS HIS
FACE GREW DELICATE AND BEAUTIFUL. IN A MATTER OF MOMENTS HE HAD
TURNED INTO A TALL, SEXY BLONDE WOMAN. BUT THAT WAS NOT THE END OF
JENNIFER’S PLAN.

SHE FORCED HER WAY PAST HER MASTER’S GUARDS, DRAGGING THE CON-
FUSED NEW GIRL BEHIND HER. ON INSTRUCTION FROM MASTER FOU, THE REST
W THE GIRLS WERE TO BE RESERVED FOR HIM. BUT IN EXCHANGE, THE LOVE-
LIEST OF THE LOT WAS TO BE AUCTIONED AT HALF PRICE.

FOU WAS TOO DISTRACT ED BY THE NEW SENSATION OF HAVING MEN STARING
AT HER TO ARGUE.


The Black Widow Sexchange Fiction

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The Black Widow program had been going on since the early sixties, with the USSR having at their disposal the most brutal and violent undercover agent in the business. She was fast, she was beautiful and she was danger
ous, able to snare any man in the World, extract any secrets she needed, and then kill him without prejudice. As of 2016, the Black Widow had been silent for quite some time, with any signs to her former identity lost to the sands of time. It was a new world, was she even needed any more?


Alexei Kurdov had never been much of a hard worker. Lazy, vain and with a streak of petty crime that would make a teenager blush. He was also the publisher and editor for one of the most popular Russian political blogs in
the World, hiding his true nature beneath an exterior of bullying and cruelty in his day to day life. No one would suspect that he thought in the first place, never mind undermining an entire regime. No one, exeept the
Russian government. To them, Alexei was a problem, someone who needed to be removed.

The Black Widow program was extinct, but for this one special case it could be revived. This was a dangerous character, and there would be an energetic international reaction to the abduction or killing of the blogger, so the whole affair was to be conducted within the realms of utter secrecy, and complete deniability. The soviet archives were opened by cold hearted Russian agents, and a single mechanical spider retrieved from a test tube in a locked vault. Over the next few days it made its way from envelope to envelope, carried in the palm from agent to agent, until it was carefully placed on Alexei’s window sill as he sat writing on his laptop. The machine juttered to life, and through biosensitive lumines-cence it was able to identify its target in a matter of seconds. Alexei saw the strange black spider with the red ink on its back, but thought nothing of it. Nothing, until he was bitten.

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The pain was intense, AIeXei fell backward as the toxin immediately got to work. His insides churned and gurglcd as his inner organs were turned to acid. He collapsed down onto the ground, slowly dying.

A matter of hours later, the Black Widow awoke on the floor. Scarlet haired and as beautiful as she was deadly. The former Alexei Kurdov had fallen victim to her charms. The Widow mantle was passed from unfortunate target to the next, transforming and reprogramming the mind of a target, and becoming the next in a long ling of remorseless killers. Why waste your enemies by killing them when you could turn them against their friends and family. Complete with the knowledge of the entire workings of the political blog, the Widow was now able to take down the command structure from the top down.

All she needed was her catsuit.


FULLY A WOMAN CROSSDRESSER FICTION

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I WAS WORKING LATE AT COLLEGE WITH MY PROFESSOR, MILES
THORNE, I WAS A LAB ASSISTANT AT THE TIME, THOUGH MILES
WASN’T MUCH OLDER THAN ME. WE’D BEEN WORKING ON OUR BIO-
LOGICAL THEORIES FOR QUITE SOME TIME, THE BUILDING BLOCKS OF
LIFE COULD BE MOVED AND POSITIONED AS A TALENTED MIND COULD
WILL THEM TO BE, AND WE IMAGINED OUR MINDS TO BE TALENTED
ENOUGH TO DO THE JOB. THE WHOLE BUILDING WAS EMPTY WHEN WE
TURNED ON THE GENE SPLICING MACHINE, BUT WE NEEDED A TEST
SUBJECT.

AS MILES WAS FAR BETTER THAN ME AT WORKING THE TECHNOLOGI-
CAL SIDE OF OUR THEORIES WE MADE THE OBVIOUS CHOICE FOR ME
TO TAKE ON THE TRANSFORMATION. IT WOULD BE A SIMPLE SKIN PIG-
MENT CHANGE, TURNING MY WHITE SKIN JUST ONE OR TWO SHADES
PALER. WE DECIDED ON THAT ONE AS IT WOULD HAVE THE LEAST
LIKELY CHANCE OF GOING HORRIBLY WRONG, WHICH NEITHER OF US
WANTED TO HAPPEN. I’D HAVE TO BE VERY CAREFUL TO KEEP MY
EMOTIONS IN CHECK, AS ANY UNTOWARD HORMONES COULD CAUSE
THE WHOLE EXPERIMENT TO FAIL. THE TRANSFORMATION WAS THAT
DELICATE.

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WE WARMED UP THE MACHINE, PROGRAMMED IN OUR BEST GUESS
PARAMETERS AND THEN AGREED IT WAS TIME TO TAKE THE PLUNGE. I
WAS TAKING THE RISK, BUT IF IT WORKED, MINE WOULD BE THE NAME
SCIENCE WOULD ALWAYS REMEMBER, AND A LITTLE HISTORY IS
WORTH A LOT IN MY OPINION. THE LASER BLAST KNOCKED ME CLEAR
OFF MY FEET, BUT WITHIN SECONDS THE CHANGES BECAME APPAR-
ENT. IT WAS A TOTAL SUCCESS! MY SKIN PIGMENT IMMEDIATELY
CHANGED TO A FEW SHADES LIGHTER. MILES’ FACE WAS THE PICTURE
OF PRIDE, UNTIL IT STARTED TO FALL. I FELT THE STRANGE SENSA-
TION OF HAIR FALLING ONTO MY SHOULDERS, THEN THE BURNING.
MADDENING PLEASURE OF MY BODY TRANSFORMING MORE AND MORE
BEYOND MY CONTROL, UNTIL I WAS NAKED, PANTING ON THE FLOOR
AND FULLY A WOMAN.

WHAT WERE WE GOING TO DO.’? WE HAD A CLASS TO TEACH IN THE
MORNING, AND SOMEBODY WAS BOUND TO START ASKING QUESTIONS
IF I SUDDENLY DISAPPEARED, AND A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN APPEARED IN
MY PLACE! THE POLICE WERE SURE TO GET INVOLVED… I WAS PAN-
ICKING QUITE HARD WHEN MILES SPOKE.

“THE HORMONE CONTINGENCY…” HE CONCLUDED.

“WHAT?” I GASPED, IN A VERY FEMALE TONE.

“THE HORMONE CONTINGENCY, THE THING WE WERE WORRIED ABOUT.
THIS WHOLE THING’S GOING TO WEAR OFF AS LONG AS WE CAN GET
YOU INTO A VERY HEIGHTENED EMOTIONAL STATE AS SOON AS POSSI-
BLE.

“BUT THAT WOULD MEAN…”

WE BOTH KNEW THAT INTERCOURSE WOULD BE THE QUICKEST WAY
FOR ME TO REACH THAT STATE, BUT IT WAS STILL NOT A PARTICULAR-


Sissy maid workshop a request for missywilliams fiction

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Want some advice with handling your rowdy sons? Just feminize them!”

My son Cole was one of the biggest delinquents I ever met, and I decided that he needed to act more like a woman, nicer, sweeter, prettier! So I began making him listen to feminization hypnosis tapes at night, and over time he began to
comply much more with my orders! Soon enough, he was the most loyal little
sissy!”

As the feminization continued, I began giving her super-powerful hormone pills, speeding up the gender-change process quite nicely. Before I knew it, she had long hair, tattooed-on makeup, a slim and feminine figure, and a permanent desire to wear maid’s clothing! After a while, she became too loyal to me that she didn’t even start chores without me asking to. She helped me with all my beauty treatments, and has been waiting on me hand and foot for the past few months.

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She even decided to drop out of school and work for me full-time! After all, what other use could such a loyal sissy have in society?”

So if you want your son to never disobey you again, turn him into a sissy maid! She‘ ll be always sweet, always happy, and most importantly: always ladylike.
Trust me, it’ll change your life for the better!”


Crossdresser miss january fiction

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SEXY 2015 CALENDER FOR CHARITY. PLEASE SIGN UP TO DONATE
COSTUMES AND VOLUNTEER. NEEDED: TWELVE SEXY MODELS AND
TWELVE SEXY OUTFITS FOR THEM TO WEAR’

John stared at the poster on the office noticeboard excitedly. Just about the only good thing about working at Shack Up Letting Agents was that the office was packed with beautiful women. He imagined a calender of them in
suggestive outfits. hell he’d buy 10. charity or no charity! He switched his attention to the sign-up sheet to see who had volunteered to model Grace.
Pauline. Rosey. Sandy…all his favourites. Then he noticed that there were still three available spots for costume providers. Imagining the sexy possibilities. he quickly scribbled his name on the poster.

That night John scoured the internet for the perfect outfit. settling on an extremely revealing burlesque style lingerie. He hungrily thought about which girl he would prefer most to wear it…maybe Grace…

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The calender shoot was set for the following Friday and Alexa the office manager led the team into the conference room carrying the box of donated outfits and a list of the volunteers’ names.

Right. so the studio is already set up and we’ve prepared an adjoining room for the guys to get ready and have their make up and wigs done for the shoot.

The hairs on the back of John’s neck bristled, ‘What do you mean ‘guys’?‘
he demanded raising him hand.

Well I assume you did read the whole poster, this will be a fun drag calender. ‘ she explained, ‘each volunteer will be allowed to choose a male employee for one month of the calender. Now let’s get started, shall we?‘
she said holding up John ‘s chosen outfit. ‘Grace, since you were the first to sign up, who would you like to nominate for this sexy little number?‘

Oh I think that would look just perfect on John.” Grace smiled broadly.


Crossdress tough love cd fiction

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Tomoko’s whole body was shaking with nervous excitement as she walked a tray full of tea cups to the table. This
was a dream come true for her, bu she was still embarrassed by the situation and terrified that one of her classmates
might recognize her as Takuni Aizawa.

Just a few hours ago. Takumi was walking home from school when his best friend. Keiko. came running q) to him.
Thank God I found you” she said panting. “I need you to do me a really huge favor. One of the girls at work got
sick. Now, we’re seriously understaffed and this is going to be one of the busiest nights of the year. We really need

another waitress. Can yon please help?”

Keiko worked at a popular maid cafe near the school. “I’d like to help. ha I can‘t work at a maid cafe!” said Takuni.

Oh. come one.” Keiko begged. “l thought you’ d love the idea. It‘s a great opportunity for Tomoko’ to make her
public debut.‘

Shhhhhh.” said Takumi. Speaking under his breath. he continued. “l couldn’t dress as a girl in public. It’d be way
too humiliating.’

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Keiko crossed her arms and glared at Takuni. “I didn’t want to resort to this. but if you don’t help. I’ll tell
everyone at school abuts those little dressq) games we used to play in middle school.”

“You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone!” blurted Takuni. Seeing he was backed into a corner. he grumbled,
“Fine. I’ll do it.”

Keiko took Takumi luck to her house. She set to work doing his makeup while giving him tips on ming
feminine. She shaved his legs and then left him alone so he could put on the uniform. It was a red maid Ottfit with
white trim, complete with pink armband and headpiece. Takuni did like wearing girly clothes, bu he was unstme
he could pass as a girl in public. He hesitantly pl! on a bra. panties and the dress before calling Keiko in.

With the addition of a strawberry-blonde. pigtailed wig and a pair of water balloom shoved into the bra. the
transformation was complete. Tomoko admired herself in the mirror, forgetting her apprehension for a moment.
She was surprised by how cue she looked and the clothes felt so right to her…

The (3% was crowded with students when Keiko and Tomoko got there. They both went to work. bussing tables
and taking orders. Tomoko caught on quickly and. soon enough. she was smiling and flirting with the customers
like the other waitresses. Despite her feelings of vulnerability and fear. Tomoko enjoyed it. In fact, she hadn’t had
that much fun in years.

Keiko watched Tomoko work with pride. Takumi would have never had the confidence to show Tomoko to the
world if Keiko hadn’t forced him to do this. It had taken a little tough love. bu she made Takumi take the first step
toward girlhood. With a little more pushing. she was sure she could convince Takumi to be Tomoko all the time!


Crossdress tough love cd fiction

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Tomoko’s whole body was shaking with nervous excitement as she walked a tray full of tea cups to the table. This
was a dream come true for her, bu she was still embarrassed by the situation and terrified that one of her classmates
might recognize her as Takuni Aizawa.

Just a few hours ago. Takumi was walking home from school when his best friend. Keiko. came running q) to him.
Thank God I found you” she said panting. “I need you to do me a really huge favor. One of the girls at work got
sick. Now, we’re seriously understaffed and this is going to be one of the busiest nights of the year. We really need

another waitress. Can yon please help?”

Keiko worked at a popular maid cafe near the school. “I’d like to help. ha I can‘t work at a maid cafe!” said Takuni.

Oh. come one.” Keiko begged. “l thought you’ d love the idea. It‘s a great opportunity for Tomoko’ to make her
public debut.‘

Shhhhhh.” said Takumi. Speaking under his breath. he continued. “l couldn’t dress as a girl in public. It’d be way
too humiliating.’

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Keiko crossed her arms and glared at Takuni. “I didn’t want to resort to this. but if you don’t help. I’ll tell
everyone at school abuts those little dressq) games we used to play in middle school.”

“You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone!” blurted Takuni. Seeing he was backed into a corner. he grumbled,
“Fine. I’ll do it.”

Keiko took Takumi luck to her house. She set to work doing his makeup while giving him tips on ming
feminine. She shaved his legs and then left him alone so he could put on the uniform. It was a red maid Ottfit with
white trim, complete with pink armband and headpiece. Takuni did like wearing girly clothes, bu he was unstme
he could pass as a girl in public. He hesitantly pl! on a bra. panties and the dress before calling Keiko in.

With the addition of a strawberry-blonde. pigtailed wig and a pair of water balloom shoved into the bra. the
transformation was complete. Tomoko admired herself in the mirror, forgetting her apprehension for a moment.
She was surprised by how cue she looked and the clothes felt so right to her…

The (3% was crowded with students when Keiko and Tomoko got there. They both went to work. bussing tables
and taking orders. Tomoko caught on quickly and. soon enough. she was smiling and flirting with the customers
like the other waitresses. Despite her feelings of vulnerability and fear. Tomoko enjoyed it. In fact, she hadn’t had
that much fun in years.

Keiko watched Tomoko work with pride. Takumi would have never had the confidence to show Tomoko to the
world if Keiko hadn’t forced him to do this. It had taken a little tough love. bu she made Takumi take the first step
toward girlhood. With a little more pushing. she was sure she could convince Takumi to be Tomoko all the time!


Crossdressing valentine an aiko story fiction

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Two weeks had passed and Aiko was still waiting for a Valentine ‘s date. It wasn’t
that the boys in her class didn’t find her attractive, it wasn’t even that they didn’t
want to date her, in fact. they would do anything for Aiko. And there lay the
problem… Aiko had announced to the boys in the class that to be her Valentine
you didn’t need to give her flowers…or a card…or even write poetry…all you had
to do was take one of the heart shaped candies that lay in a bowl on the edge of
her desk. Everyone knew strange things happened to boys who ate Aiko’s candy,
rumours of it’s addictiveness and how after a single bite. boys would do anything
for another circulated. These went hand 0. hand with stories of what exactly Aiko
would make you do before giving you that precious second helping and so a
stand-off ensued…

Everything changed the day Rob joined the class. Transferred from another school
for being a bully. he was a brutish metal head with long greasy brown hair and
thick powerful limbs who loved nothing more than to torture his classmates. He
immediately set out to mark his territory and proceded to push around and mock
there staf theboysintheclass. Snatdling an iphone and shoving it into the
pocket of his dirty baggy jeans. something caugh this eye and he madeab-line
for Aiko’s desk where Aiko herself was sitting and smiling sweetly. ‘Thanks for
the free candy!’he mocked as he took a whole handful of there dream in his
finger less-gloved paw and shaved them ‘mto his mom. ‘Got any more…bitch?’
Not right now. ‘ she giggled softly, ‘but if you meet me after school I’ll give you
everything you‘ve ever wanted! ‘ Rob just granted as Aiko smiled on cutely. A
clam my sweat see me dto for mon his face and his pupilsdilatedwildly. he
suddenly stormed afi. knocking the empty bowl to the floor.

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Not right now. ‘ she giggled softly, ‘but if you meet me after school I’ll give you
everything you’ve ever wonted!‘ Rob just grunted as Aiko smiled on cutely. A
clammy sweat seemed to form on his face and his pupils dilated wildly, he
suddenly stormed ofi. knocking the empty bowl to the floor.

The next morning when the bellrang to signal the start of a new day. there was
no mad rush to class. Instead, students crowded en masse around the play area
deflated [or the elementary kids. Some recorded on cell phones and others just
stood open-mouthed watching Rob. accompanied by Aiko. riding a carousel
horse. His greasy dork hair was now clean and bleadved blonde framing a
heavily madeup face and pouting red glossy lips. Gone were his metal band shirts
and baggy jeans and in their place was a short colorful and extremely feminine
dress that barely covered his tattoos combined with skin toned panty hose and
high-heeled MaryJanes. As the carousel turned. he gobbled voraciously on a red
heart-shaped condy lollipop. Between slurps. he looked out helplessly at the
crowd of students. the abject humiliation displayed clearly on his face for all to
see before his insotiable desire for another suck once again took over. Finally.
Aiko had got her Valentine!


An executive decision crossdressing fiction

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Matt leant against the wall in the alley behind the bar counting his tips before hurredly stuffing the wad of cash into his leather purse. Man, this job as a feminised bunny boy sure did suck but at least it brought in a lot more money than what he was doing before.

He pulled a fur jacket over his bare shoulders and started to stumble his way home, still
getting used to high heels.

It had been three weeks since Mr. Bunnimacher had bought out the modeling agency and Matt had been worked to the point of exhaustion. He had to give it to the old man, he sure knew how to bring in business. Clients came in two varieties, More wanting to hire sissy bunny boys and those wanting to hire actual bunny girls and being the baby face that he was, Matt was able to pull both off with aplomb. It was usually groups of women that hired bunny boys, for hen parties or sorority nights etc. These jobs usually consisted of plenty of teasing from the guests which Matt actually enjoyed, the downside was the frequent re-applying of make-up and making h’u’n model different outfits.

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Matt was constantly worrying that he would run into a girl he knew from college. For more
humiliating though was his bunny girl role. Almost exclusively hosted by drunk guys, Matt, usually there to serve drinks, was the constant subject of clandestine ass slapping or having his fluffy bunny tale squeezed…er that never got old…The upside was the tips,he couldn’t believe how much wasted guys were willing to stuff into his outfit. Sometimes he wouldn’t find all of it until he undressed back at the house.

Finally on painful feet Mott reached his destination, Mr. Bunnimacher’s home, to drop off his outfit and job completion forms. He strutted into the main office where his boss was sitting behind an oak desk. However, he wasn’t alone. To the left of the desk stood a feminine figure with red hair, fishnet tights and a bunny outfit that matched his own.
Ahhh Matthew, so glad you ‘re here, ‘ crooked the German, ‘your dear friend Paul finally got back fiom vacation…do take him downstairs to get his breast forms fitted will you?‘
MATT!’ Paul stood pouting, ‘whot the hell have you signed me up for and why do I need to pay $65, 000 if I ever want to work in anything but panties ever again?!’


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Staff.’ ‘m gave her best drill seargeant impression, ‘assenrble’ rim tried not
to squirm with discomfort as he stood to attention next to Bridgette. It was back.: that
feeling of intense shame and humiliation that he had somehow managed to push to the
back of his mind over the past few months had returned with a vengeance at the
thought of being confronted by an outsider, his parole officer no less. Mrs. Smith came
down the line and inspected his french maid uniform. adjusting his stockings, tightening
his apron and meticulously examining his makeup. She was just finishing up when the
apartment elevator pinged and the doors opened revealing an overweight balding man
somewhat perplexed by the sight before him. His parole officer, ‘Remember what we
discussed.” Mrs. Smith hissed sharply, ‘I will be listening and if every answer is not what
we practiced, I ‘ll make sure you’re back behind bars before the end of the week.’,’

So, errrrmm, how are you liking the assignment.” the parole officer started their
meeting with obvious awkwardness, desperately trying to avoid making eye contact 2
with Carl, who in turn was trying to remember the lines he had been made to rehearse.
Oh, it’s fabulous, ‘ he forced at effeminate voice through gritted teeth. ‘I get to spend
all day dressed asia sissy maid serving my mistress. ‘ Carl could feel himself dying on the
inside. ‘She always makes sure I look beautiful while I serve her and her friends and
she’s even giving me some transferable skills.

Errrrr…, ‘ the parole office chewed on his pen hesitantly, not sure if he wanted to know
the answer, ‘like what?’

well, for a start, she s been giving me extra with learning to walk in heels, kill

fine now, screamed Carl’s inside voice, ‘and of course she used to own a finishing school

so i’ve been getting lots of ladies’ etiquette training. ‘ The parole officer began to sweat,

he clearly wanted to change the subject and he was starting to feel sorry for Carl. He

indicated that he would like to see his work ‘tools’ and Carl fished them his apron:

rubber glo ves, lipstick, a feather duster and a wooden paddle.